Born by two loving parents, he was raised in Richmond before he and his family moved to Savannah, Georgia. His parents were always busy, one being a police officer and another a doctor. As a child, he always wanted to be like them. He wanted to help those around him. However, as he got older and reality set in, he knew he would never be like them. At the age of 18, he looked at the job listings and saw his chance. An open position at the American Red Cross. He applied and soon enough, got the job. He met up at the Red Cross Savannah headquarters and was told he would hop on the next plane to Chernarus to provide emergency disaster assistance. His parents knew about the infection in Chernarus and were hesitant to allow him to go, but he pleaded with them, saying how he always wanted to help people. Eventually, they gave in and allowed him to go.
He arrived at Chernarus, landing in the Balota Airfield. He was greeted with CDF units carrying AKMs and wearing combat gasmasks, where he and many others were escorted to a military convoy. They hopped on and took the drive to Chernogorsk. He was tasked with handing out rations to the local populace. But soon was given basic medical training and worked with Cherarussian medical staff. During his eighth week in the country, the city was attacked by massive amounts of infected. During the ensuing chaos, Nathan and another civilian jacked a Gunter and drove off towards Balota. The remaining Red Cross attempted to search for him, but it became too risky, so, they gave up the search and left Chernarus. Meanwhile, Nathan was in Kamenka, running into the deep woods after the civilian driving the car turned infected and crashed.